Karmalu Productions

Lyrics from the Dreamtime CD

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Dreamtime	Further On	Grandmama Remembers	You Make Me Laugh
The Prisoner	Letters in a Shoebox	Solitude	Fantasy
Oil On Canvas	Mannequin	Stones	Equal to the Task
When You Think

Dreamtime

The first time I saw him in dreamtime
He was twenty feet tall and eighty feet wide
And I couldn't get past where he stood hard and fast
And I knew he would not step aside
So I waved to attract his attention
But he wouldn't look where I stood down below
"You're excused, you're dismissed," with a flick of his wrist
But I couldn't step back -- there was nowhere to go
I couldn't, there was nowhere to go

That was the first time I saw him in dreamtime
He wasn't there for his own hopeless sake
I did what I could, but it did me no good
So I curled up and cried myself awake

The next time I saw him in dreamtime
We stood face to face and we walked side by side
And I thought we were equal, that we could agree
But I still couldn't see through his eyes
So I smiled to attract his attention
Appealed to his reason, his sense of what's fair
Then I stopped in my track -- would he even look back?
He continued as if I had never been there
As if I had never been there

That was the next time I saw him in dreamtime
He wasn't there for his own hopeless sake
I did what I could, and it did me no good
So, exhausted, I fell fast awake

The last time I saw him in dreamtime
He was jumping around on the tip of my thumb
So diminished in size I was squinting my eyes
He might be a flea or a crumb
So I spoke to attract his attention
But I couldn't remember what I had to say
Then a flick of my finger forced him to take wing
I smiled and I waved as he bumbled away
I smiled as he bumbled away

That was the last time I saw him in dreamtime
He wasn't there for his own hopeless sake
I did what I could, but it did me no good
So I stretched out and sang myself awake (My, oh my)

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Further On

Have you ever been touched so deeply that you'll never be the same
And all you know is how it feels to be there
Have you climbed a hill so steep you can't remember how you came
And all you know is how you need to be there

The dream will draw you further in, further on
The dream will call you to awaken
The dream will draw you further in, further on
To see the future in its making

The mystery is waiting to unravel
So find the road you know you need to travel
The vision is the drive, so keep the dream alive
Cherish and doubt it, but perish without it

Have you ever been led so slowly that you don't know where you'll be
And all you know is that you need to be there
Have you watched a river flow and wondered how far is the sea
And longed to know just how it feels to be there

The dream will draw you further in, further on
The dream will call you to awaken
The dream will draw you further in, further on
To see the future in its making

The mystery is waiting to unravel
So find the road you know you need to travel
The vision is the drive, so keep the dream alive
Cherish and doubt it, but perish without it

The dream will draw you further in, further on
The dream will call you to awaken
The dream will draw you further in, further on
To see the future in its making

The dream will draw you further in, further on
Further on, further on, further on

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Grandmama Remembers

The children in the classroom
Are learning ABC's from the computer
Such a perfect teacher
Will tell them what to think and what to do

Garron and his girlfriend
Are leaving on a shuttle up to Luna
There they'll sign a contract
And stay on for a quiet honeymoon

A lot has changed
But our need for love remains
Grandmama remembers the good old days
Grandmama remembers

The dancers in the nightclub
Move through the holovideo recording
Some will leave here lucky
Others will go home alone and bored

A lot has changed
But our need for love remains
Grandmama remembers the good old days
Grandmama remembers

Funny animals
How did we evolve
What grandmama remembers, may we never forget
What grandmama remembers

A new religious leader
Is advertising on the local media
A blend of god and science
And all the open love you'll ever need

A lot has changed
But our need for love remains
Grandmama remembers the good old days
Grandmama remembers

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You Make Me Laugh

I was keeping watch for your arrival
Held an ear out for your entrance line
It's your sense of humor that attracts me
Your light'ning wit will do it every time

You make me laugh
You make me love you
You make me laugh
You make me love you

Always the comedian at parties
The central charmer, flatterer and flirt
Where'd you learn to have such perfect timing
That mind of yours is constantly alert

You make me laugh
You make me love you
You make me laugh
You make me love you

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The Prisoner

I do believe I know each crack and crevice,
The subtle shades of blue and bitter gray.
And after scores of years of contemplation
I've learned to tell the seasons and the day
By watching how the sunlight pushes shadows
Across the dingy floor and up the wall,
Until they disappear and night has caught me
Straining to hear the voice of freedom call.

I crane my neck. Waiting, I pray, I listen
To hear her urgent whisper beckon me:
"Release yourself! You are but your own jailer."
The walls and ceiling vanish. I am free.
Then reds, greens, and colors long forgotten
Rush here and there and leave me nearly blind.
While minty cool and salty sea invite me
To feel the vivid beauty of my mind.

The years fall off like scales from my body.
The energy of youth burns in my core.
I rise to find I am no longer shackled.
I take a step, spread my wings and soar --
A Pegasus, born of myth and fancy --
In surrealistic skies of rose and cream.
A piper's melody drifts by, a ghostly
Tune left over from some other dream.

Then fireworks explode and light the corners,
Revealing gross distortions in the glare.
While in the height of freedom, I am frightened
And longing for the safe return to where
The sunlight pushes shadows through the seasons
Across the floor and up the wall. And then,
They disappear and darkness finds me straining
To hear that voice seduce me once again.

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Letters in a Shoebox

Letters in a shoebox
Letters in a shoebox
Letters in a shoebox
Reminding me

Antoinette is getting her head together
Katie and her backpack hitch a ride
Jerry found a new life up in the mountains
Fond memories that stir me up inside

Letters in a shoebox
Letters in a shoebox
Letters in a shoebox
Reminding me

Pictures of the rally they held at Berkeley
A postcard from the surf at Santa Cruz
Notes that say "We sure wish that you could be here"
Fond memories I know I'll never lose

Letters in a shoebox
Letters in a shoebox
Letters in a shoebox
Reminding me

All alone and staring into the silence
A single light falls on the faded wall
Smiling as the images dance before me
If I had no memories I'd have no life at all

Letters in a shoebox
Letters in a shoebox
Letters in a shoebox
Reminding me

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Solitude

She has her solitude
She should be grieving
She felt relief when the Eulogy was read

Her life is now her own
She takes her freedom
Just like a thief she steals into her vacant bed

I don't know her
But I've a feeling I
Met her in a novel
Or in another life

She has her solitude
It's what she wanted
These years will be far better than the rest

She makes her plans alone
She is undaunted
If this is freedom what's this weight upon her chest

I don't know her
But I've a feeling I
Met her in a novel
Or in another life

The empty room watches like a vulture
The memories creep into her brain
The solitude that freed her now engulfs her
A loneliness that stings like acid rain

She has her solitude
And she is grieving
Not for the man who lies cold beneath the ground

But for one thing alone
The death of freedom
She understands that she would never be unbound

I don't know her
But I've a feeling I
Met her in a novel
Or in another life

She has her solitude

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Fantasy

One violinist, one foolish grin
Two of the finest my eyes had ever seen
When I listened for him to begin
Out of his body it came resonating

Stay far away, oh break of day
Don't let this dream be ended
Stay far from me, just let me be
Forever here suspended

My heart was pounding, then skipped a beat
When for a moment I felt his smile on me
Then I floated out of my seat
Into the sound of his perfect Debussy

Stay far away, oh break of day
Don't let this dream be ended
Stay far from me, just let me be
Forever here suspended

I climbed into his head
And I bled when he bled
And I sighed when he cried
Then I was laughing instead

Stay far away, oh break of day
Don't let this dream be ended
Stay far from me, just let me be
Forever here suspended

One violinist, one foolish grin
Two of the finest my eyes had ever seen
When he finished I followed him
Out through the lobby and into his limousine

Stay far away, oh break of day
Don't let this dream be ended
Stay far from me, just let me be
Forever here suspended

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Oil On Canvas

I saw it in her eyes
In the downcast shadows
In the silent cries

The dark and heavy lines
Did all of your ladies
Live such agonizing lives

Turn of the century
Turn, look at the trail you left behind you
Now your son's sons sing
You've come a long way baby

I saw it in her hands
In the deep oppression
In her wedding band

Cuffed and bound in lace
To cover the tension
Of those agonizing days

Turn of the century
Turn, look at the trail you left behind you
Now your son's sons sing
You've come a long way baby

We've come all this way
We've got another turn up ahead
Will we recall this day
As just another turn in a journey with no end

Turn of the century
Turn, look at the trail you left behind you
Now your son's sons sing
You've come a long way baby

But there's a long way waiting
Such a long, long, long way waiting
You've come a long, come along, turn of the century
Turn, turn, turn

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Mannequin

I look at the mannequin in the window
I don't wanna look like that
I look at the magazine fashion model
I don't wanna look like that

I look at the monkey looking at me
Is it my fate to become what I see

I look at the mental manipulation
I don't wanna look at that
I look at the physical subjugation
I don't wanna look at that

I look at the monkey looking at me
Is it my fate to become what I see

Everywhere you look, can't help but look at the media
Open up your mouth, don't question how -- it'll feed ya

I look at the manic emaciation
I don't wanna look like that
I look at the masculist expectation
I don't wanna look like that

I look at the monkey looking at me
Is it my fate to become what I see

Everywhere you look, can't help but look -- mass hysteria
Open up your eyes, try it on for size -- the fit'll scare ya

I look at the mannequin in the window
I don't wanna look like that
I look at the magazine fashion model
I don't wanna look like that

I look at misogyny all around me
Is it my fate to become what they see
I look at the mannequin...

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Stones

There are stones on the highway
There are stones on the avenue
There are sones on the driveway
How'd they get there

There are stones in the garden
There are stones in the patio
There are stones in the kitchen
How'd they get there

I got a pocket full of pebbles
I got a wallet full of kindling
I got a heart full of rubble
How'd I get here

I got an eye full of darkness
I got an ear full of promises
I got a mouth full of silence
How'd I get here

There are stones in the kitchen
There are stones in the patio
There are stones in the garden
How'd they get there

There are sones on the driveway
There are stones on the avenue
There are stones on the highway
How'd they get there
How'd they get there
How'd they get there

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Equal to the Task

If I jump at the world, will it jump back at me
Will it be moved by my strength or will it even notice me at all
The problem is so massive, I am not equal to the task
I am not equal to the task, equal to the task

If I give my energy, will my energy return
Or will it float up through the atmosphere in little puffs of smoke
The problem is so massive, I am not equal to the task
I am not equal to the task, someone's whispering:

You can't change the world, but you can change your heart
No you can't change the whole world, but you can change your own part
And you can't change the world, but you can make a start
Oh, you can make a start, yeah

I know I shouldn't force it, but something's gotta give
There's just too much inertia and not nearly enough momentum
The problem is so massive, I am not equal to the task
I am not equal to the task, equal to the task

If it's such a simple matter, why should it matter to me
But I get madder every time I hear about how fast we're slowing down
The problem is so massive, I am not equal to the task
I am not equal to the task, someone's whispering:

You can't change the world, but you can change your heart
No you can't change the whole world, but you can change your own part
And you can't change the world, but you can make a start
Oh, you can make a start, yeah

If we all jump at the world, will it jump back at us
Will it be moved by our strength, will it finally notice
The problem is so massive, it's gonna take a lot of people jumping
A whole lot of people jumping, equal to the task

If we give our energy, most of it will return
And what doesn't will rise up and mark our path in little puffs of smoke
The problem is so massive, I am not equal to the task
You are not equal to the task, is someone listening:

You can't change the world, but you can change your heart
No you can't change the whole world, but you can change your own part
And you can't change the world, but you can make a start
Oh, you can make a start, yeah, yeah

Are we equal to the task, equal to the task
Are we equal to the task

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When You Think

I am surrounded, crowded by the push and shove of life
I look around me, doubting I will ever see that light
The tunnel stretches long, longer than the length of my endurance
I wonder when will it end, but then around the bend comes your assurance

And when you think you think of brighter things
And when you speak you speak of what love brings
And when you dream you dream of having wings
To fly -- if only I could vision half as high
I read the paper, shaper of perception's universe
It isn't safe here: rapers, robbers, murderers and worse
The news is never good, could it be from too much television
I wonder where will it lead, we need to plant the seedof optimism

And when you think you think of brighter things
And when you speak you speak of what love brings
And when you dream you dream of having wings
To fly -- if only I could vision half as high

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